Something stops me at the surface of things
Is it my fear of heights as I look down
Into the deep darkness within
It's like all I can see is a blank wall
And yet my rejected mind
Thrown back upon itself senses
Movement behind the wall
I can hear a breeze speak
A few syllables like leaves
Enough to know there's something
Present on the other side
Like someone practicing the speech
She will deliver my angel
When she finally breaks through
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